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Show in my father's house/ 30 appeared at our door. "Can I invite myself to supper, girls?" my father asked, grinning sheepishly at my mother and Aunt Helga. "Of course!" My mother's face glowed as she hurried to set another place at the table. Aunt Helga began to make rice pudding -- one dessert that agreed with my father's ulcers. She even put raisins in it. Halfway through supper, my father disappeared down the hall into the bathroom. A moment later we heard him retching. My mother's hand flew to her heart. "I hope the cream gravy wasn't too rich." Aunt Helga waved her words away. "Don't be silly. He had a terrible day. A hundred interruptions. People wanting to talk about anything and everything, just dropping by without an appointment. And now this mix-up with LaVona. I suppose they had a tiff about it, too." My mother sighed. "I wish the other girls weren't so hard on him. Either that or they could save their complaints until their night with him." "That'll be the day --in the Millenium," Aunt Helga muttered. "Shouldn't you be lying down, Rulon?" my mother asked when he returned to the table. "I hope it wasn't what you ate." My father shook his head and smiled wanly. "No, dear. It's this confounded stomach of mine. After all the weeping and |